Harbor (Agosto)
Here I sit, somewhere in the port of Spain*
Debating our existence with someone I've never met.
Read this moment like a rubber-band,
Let it resonate like the birth of a loved one,
Please let your opinions be flexible.
You say you've found the world and that you understand it, complete.
You have only found a dead man.
Understanding is only coming when you dispose of the breathless body.
My words are limited: their meaning is not
Our lives are limited: our existence is not
Be aware for your eyes have deceived you,
Because everything you can see
Is just a piece, a tiny piece, of a letter in an eternal alphabet,
Part of a word in a manuscript that never ends.
At this point I'm off on a search to better my tongue,
And for a better description of this state we're all in.
All we need and no more.